Saturday, July 30, 2005

Runoff

A strange light and a slowing drip. I'm planted in moist soil, running plans through my head. There's not much to go on, other than these plans will fall apart, always has. That's why I have more. Planning bites, I don't like it, but it is a harsh necessity.

You're experiencing the greatest fun when you don't need to stick to the plan.

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